sick prince phoenix concubine

Chapter 200 Am I Right?
Qian Ling glanced at Xu Jiarui calmly: "Put away your sword."

Xu Jiarui didn't move immediately, Zhu Wan said softly, "Why are you in a daze, Miss told you to put away your sword."

The line of his lips straightened and shook a little, but he still didn't withdraw his hand.

Until Xia Mochen said, "Back off!"

He took back his sword.

Qian Ling didn't think there was anything wrong with this. After all, his master was Xia Mochen, and it was also a sign of loyalty to only obey his master's words.

The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calmed down for a moment, and then continued:
"What I just said is just some rumors about this pair of swords. As for the truth and falsehood, this is beyond the scope of my knowledge."

After he finished speaking, he said to several people: "I will open the box later, everyone can stay away a little, so as not to get hurt."

Seeing that a few people didn't plan to move, the shopkeeper didn't say anything, he had already reminded everything that should be reminded.

He stood behind the wooden box, stretched his hand forward, and turned on the switch of the box.

When the lid of the box was opened, Qian Ling felt a strong sword energy coming, as if she was in the battlefield in an instant.

The loess flew into the sand, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and a sense of desolation with a strong fighting spirit hit her.

"Linger."

Just when she was caught in it, and it was difficult to get out, a familiar clear calling sound, which seemed to come from ancient times, crossed the distance, and appeared in her ears.

When she recovered, there were two lines of tears on her face.

Raising his hand to touch the wet tears, he felt dazed for a moment when he saw the wetness on his fingers.

This is the first time I have seen my own tears since I came to this world.

Unexpectedly, it would be in such a situation.

Apart from Xia Mochen, the other two were also greatly affected, but not as strongly as Qian Ling.

"Master, these swords are good swords, but most people may not be able to handle them." Huo'er said worriedly.

Although it is a spiritual fire, it is not afraid of this thing, but they seem to be able to affect the owner.

"Do you want it?" Xia Mochen asked calmly without being affected in any way.

Qian Ling regained consciousness, looked at the two swords lying peacefully in the wooden box, and nodded: "Yes!"

"En." Xia Mochen responded, and calmly closed the box.

Before the shopkeeper could react, the things disappeared from his hands.

Then he pulled Qian Ling out of the shop.

This move was done in a smooth manner.

"Hey. Well, the money hasn't been paid yet!" The voice of the shopkeeper shouted further and further away.

After Xu Jiarui paid the money, the group went to the next place.

Qian Ling successively selected a set of high-quality calligraphy, rouge and gouache, a string of Buddhist beads, and a painting by a famous artist.

She counted it carefully, and it seemed that she was missing the second brother.

But the second brother didn't seem to see anything suitable for him.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, she thought, why not do this first.

Seeing her stop, Xia Mochen asked softly, "Don't buy it?"

Qian Ling gave a low 'hmm' and said, "Go back."

Xia Mochen: "It's not safe to go back at this time. I'll stay in the city tonight and go back tomorrow morning."

Qian Ling has no objection to this arrangement.

Xia Mochen dragged her along the street aimlessly, and Xu Jiarui behind him was carrying big and small bags in his hands.

Zhu Wan, who was walking side by side with him, wanted to get some food for him, but was rejected, so she didn't insist anymore.

Now that he was free, Qian Ling began to think about the pair of swords.

She originally intended to give it to her eldest brother and fourth brother, but after seeing its power, she inevitably felt a little more hesitant and worried.

The sword is a good sword, but if you can't control it yourself, it is very likely that you will be backlashed by its sword energy.

Just when she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a strange female voice coming from her ear.

"Young master, my young lady is affectionate, and I would like to go to have a talk."

Qian Ling looked up——

The woman was dressed in white, with an unconcealable aloofness and coldness between her brows.

That look, as if talking to people is charity.

No matter how you look at it, it is unpleasant.

"Your lady?" Qian Ling smiled slightly, paused for a moment, and asked in a dragged tone, "Who is it?"

"Girl, I didn't talk to you. It's a little too rude for you to interrupt without authorization." The woman looked arrogant, "If you haven't learned the rules well, don't run around and shame yourself."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the two changed immediately.

"Block people in the street and ask a man to go to an appointment. Is this the daughter of a good man's family?"

Zhu Wan stepped forward and took a step forward, with a layer of chill on her gentle face:
"If this is also called learning the rules, it will open the little girl's eyes."

Looking at the woman who suddenly appeared to speak, a trace of disdain flashed across the woman's face, and she looked at the man wearing the silver fox mask.

Suddenly my heart trembled, and a touch of Juyi rose from the bottom of my heart.

Those dark and deep eyes are like a hell where no light can be seen, as if they can suck in, devour, and destroy a person's soul.

He seemed to have a mild and harmless breath, but he was actually cooler than anyone else.

She subconsciously took a small step back and looked away, never daring to take the initiative to look over.

Due to the man's intimidating power, the woman gave Qian Ling a hard look, then turned and left.

Qian Ling blinked innocently.

What are you staring at her for?
Then he looked at the man beside him, with a half-smile, but didn't say anything.

Xia Mochen patted the girl's head with his free hand, and said, "Don't think about it."

Qian Ling knew what he was referring to, so he deliberately asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Let's go." Xia Mochen pulled her towards the inn ahead.

Qian Ling walked one step behind him, in the sea of ​​spirit, asking the little guy.

"This woman's breath is somewhat similar to the woman I met at noon, but not very similar." Huo'er thought for a while and said, "It seems that one is pure and the other is contaminated with impurities."

"In other words, they are likely to be together?" Qian Ling murmured softly.

Hearing what his master said, Huo'er said happily:
"Master, am I right? If they are in the same group, then the lady in this woman's mouth should be that woman, so she is your rival in love."

Listening to its proud tone, Qian Ling could imagine what a stinky fart it would be if it stood in front of him.

In secret communication, they have already entered the inn.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, they ran into the white-clothed woman they had met in the afternoon again.

She nodded at them with a gentle look, and then fixed her gaze on Xia Mochen.

There was a little doubt in the clear eyes, which seemed to be a little tangled.

Xia Mochen ignored her gaze and went directly inside.

Instead, it was Qian Ling's gaze that collided with hers.

There were only two upper rooms in this inn, and Xia Mochen took them directly.

(End of this chapter)